Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
I attack her cunt like an unruly beast, not being polite about it.
She cries out, shock and ecstasy ringing around us as she grabs chunks of my hair. I use my teeth and tongue to drive her wild, not missing a single drop of the honey flowing from her. Her taste floods my mouth, and short-circuits my system. It still isn't enough.
I flip her onto her stomach, lifting her ass in the air to eat her from behind.
"Zayne!" she cries out, shocked when I pry her cheeks apart to shove my tongue between them. She chokes on a sob when I press the tip of it to her little asshole, taking everything that belongs to me like the greedy motherfucker I am. If she wanted soft and sweet, she shouldn't have played with fire.
Because I intend to burn the fucking bed down around us.
My hand comes down on her right cheek, as I bite the left, marking her there. Her startled yelp fades to a moan. She presses back for more, practically waving that ass in my face. I give her what she wants, eating both holes while I swat her cheeks. I smack her clit, too, fucking loving the way she sobs my name every time I do it. Loving the wet sound of my hand meeting her soppy pussy.
Her juices drip onto my chest, coating me in her, and still, I want more. I need it more than I need air or water or shelter. This right here is what I was made to do: spend my time on my knees, worshipping like an obedient little soldier. For her, that's precisely what I am. I may make the rules, but she holds all the power. She has since the moment I set eyes on her.
"Goddamn," I growl. "Lamb just because my favorite meal. I could eat you all night, Emma." I pull her clit into my mouth, sucking hard. "Maybe that's exactly what I'll do. Eat you all night." I stiffen my tongue, forcing the tip of it into her little hole. I want to taste the cherry on her. I fuck her with my tongue, giving her a little preview of what's to come.
"Zayne! Oh, God. What are you doing to me?"
Ruining you, I want to say, but I'm not stopping long enough to do that.
I smack her ass again, reaching around to grind my thumb against her clit at the same time.
She comes with a sharp cry, squirting all over me. I snarl against her pussy, losing what little sanity I had left. Before she's even finished shaking, I've got my dick out and have her on her back beneath me, pinning her to the bed with my body.
"Next time you do that, it'll be while I'm fucking my kid into you," I warn her.
"Yes. Please, yes." Her pupils are so dilated her eyes look black as she stares up at me, whimpering my name like it's the only one she knows. She locks her legs around my waist, letting me know just how much she likes my plan.
My cock glides through her sticky folds, her juices coating me. The heat of her sets every nerve ending in my body to firing at once.
Christ Almighty. I think I might actually be in danger of fucking her through the mattress here.
"I don't know how to be gentle," I say, distressed at the thought of hurting her. I'm so fucking amped up, I'm not sure I know how to be soft and sweet and give her what she deserves. But I'll rip my own goddamn heart out before I cause her the least amount of pain.
"You won't hurt me," she says, reaching up to place her palm against my cheek. The confidence in her gaze strengthens my own. "I can take anything you give me, so give it to me, Zayne. Make me yours."
A bolt of lust rips through me. I line up at her entrance, planting my lips beside her ear. "Give me what belongs to me, lamb."
"Take it," she breathes, her nails in my back.
I bury my face in her throat, fighting a roar as I thrust forward. I try to tell her that I love her, but all that comes out is, "Ah, Jesus fuck, baby girl."
I'm barely in her, and she's already got me hanging on by a thread. Her heels dig into my ass, her upper body arching off the bed. She writhes, caught in a net of pleasure and pain.
One minute, she's sobbing my name and clawing down my back, trying to pull me closer. The next, her hymen tears along the side of my shaft. Her teeth sink into my skin, muffling her soft cry.
I fall completely still, trying to give her a minute to adjust.
"Please, please," she chants. "Oh, God, Zayne."